Good At Goodbye

She packs a cardboard box and a suitcase in the trunk of her car 
An old backpack’s riding shotgun and the floorboard’s holding her guitar 
She knew what to take and what to leave behind 
she’s good at goodbye 

She’s on the shortcut to the highway with the window rolled down 
Rests her head on her left hand, her ponytail just whips around 
One look in the mirror, a few tears in her eyes, but they will dry- 
she’s good at goodbye 

Her heart has always been a hummingbird 
Beginning has always been her favorite word 
She knows to start something you new you have to close a door or two 
So she’s been down this road a few times she’s good at goodbye. 
She’s good at goodbye. 

Headed south on 35 there ain’t a cloud in the sky 
With her phone off beside her, so he can’t call and ask 
Why she didn’t stay, why she couldn’t try, lord she tried, 
but she’s too good at goodbye 

Her heart has always been a hummingbird 
Beginning has always been her favorite word 
She knows to start something you new you have to close a door or two 
So she’s been down this road a few times she’s good at goodbye. 
She’s good at goodbye. 

The mile markers and the memories roll on by 
She doesn’t care where she’s going, 
she wants to know how fast she can fly 
she can fly 

Her heart has always been a hummingbird 
Beginning has always been her favorite word 
She knows to start something you new you have to close a door or two 
So she’s been down this road a few times she’s good at goodbye. 
She’s good at goodbye.